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Day 4 - My favourite Books

Books, books, books!
Oh how I love books!
I guess my life is kind of consumed with them at the moment.
I work in a bookshop and still I do not bore of those bounded beauties.
As a child I loved mythology and fairy stories.
I guess being Irish I grew up imersed in stories of the Banshee, the Púca, and all the different fairy folk. I had a great story book, it was quite old, written by Sinéad De Valera.
I loved it.
I still do.
The cover is now torn off it and the pages have yellowed (or oranged in some places), but the book brings me back to a childhood world I loved. A world that has affected how I read even now.
My love of magic has lived on through Harry Potter, The Black Magician Trilogy, The mists of Avalon.
Naturally, when someone reads a lot their taste changes or becomes more diverse.
Their library becomes more eclectic.
I have had the most wonderful romances through literature.
I have hated yet loved Mr. Darcy, been lovesick with Heathcliff, pleaded on bended knee for Rochester to be Jane Eyre's one true love.
I have learned about the most amazing people.
I have through my imagination visited different planets and different worlds.
I have time travelled through history and into a future that may or may not happen.
Either way, I don't mind. I loved it when I was there.
To pick a favourite is futile.
They feed my imagination, an imagination whose appetite constantly varies.

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